littlemissferret

[littlemissferret]

apple cider

summary; in which, the tangy flavor of your favorite drink lingers on his tongue — he isn't fond of it, yet he still likes apple cider (you).

pairing; isagi x m!reader

warnings/tags; song title is by beabadoobee, cursing, highschool au, not proofread, two idiots in love, prob ooc!isagi

a/n; stream beabadoobee rn her mysic is so scrumptious. i lowk got Kinda off track in the end, but whatever

sitting next to your best friend — in completely silence, yet accompanied by the silence filled with warmth. the lunch bell was bound to ring just in a few minutes or so. he didn't want to take his hand out of the locks of your hair though.

finding serenity in the way you rest so peacefully in your seat, in your own little word — he wonders if he ever existed with you in that little bubble of yours.

the teacher didn't seem to care whether or not you were listening, but you were. (yoichi would get mad if you began flunking your classes 'cause of your carefree attitude when it came to academics.)

but, he didn't really have a say on the topic considering how he himself has had his own problems regarding school. more specifically his trouble with passing assignments due the date.

maybe it was because of you.

.

.

.

the bell rang in his ear, effectively ending the river of thoughts flooding his mind. and pushing you out of your reverie.

"n/n?" isagi's voice called out ever so delicately, as if he was tending to a flower. — you never liked it. he knew that it made you feel far too vulnerable for your comfort, but he still does it. why? cause he wants you to trust him. trust him enough to have you lend your heart to him; for he would care for you until you bloomed in the warmth of the sun.

"hm?"

"did you bring your lunch?"

"no, 'was planning to buy from the cafeteria."

a frown etched onto his lips. you never went to the cafeteria, because you complained that the noise brothered you a ton. plus, he was hoping that today would be a day for just you and him, under a tree secluded from crowds. a spot just for the two of you.

he didn't wanna go somewhere you weren't fond of. (luckily for him, you were fond of the place just if he was with you.)

"what're you gonna get?"

"apple cider andd..uhh. probably just some melon bread. 'wanna come with?"

"yeah. of course!" and something you were exceptionally fond of was that boyish grin he wore. sometimes you just wished that you could kiss him up on his lips, without the worry if he was going to hate you.

———

walking on the pavements leading towards the door of the cafeteria, you spotted a vending machine. oh, it also had your apple cider. you looked back at yoichi, he only flashed you a smile. only responding in a quick look away, digging into your bag you got a hold of your wallet.

inserting in the coin inside the slot, you successfully got your drink. with a hint of a smile, you clicked it open.

isagi never really understood your love for the beverage. all he knew was that you liked it. and so, he liked it. with that information alone, if he could he would buy you a box of apple cider.

pressing the cold metal can up to your lips, you drank only some of the drink. swirling the remaining in your hand. looking to your side, yoichi was looking at the drink. (he was actually looking at you, but noone has to know)

"you want?"

and now, being the gentleman that he is, he couldn't just deny you like that now, could he?

with a nod he took the can you handed to him. he gulped down the liquid. the sweet taste turning into a tangy flavor. he didn't like it, but you looked so happy. he figured that it was all worth it he got to see your sweet smile, directed to noone else but him.

interlacing your hands together, you snatched back the drink from his hands — you were so close to him. that was all he could think about.

both of you laughed, for whatever reason. really. there wasn't a reason to, but you just did. and oh how he loved your the sound of happiness coming from you.

"hey, we just kissed."

"oh, just shut up, you idiot." with a fond tone he chuckled. this was the side you liked. his feisty side.

[littlemissferret]

isagi bro you gonna let that slide ??

[littlemissferret]

"their relationship is strictly platonic" "they're so in love" well, more importantly, they are fucking weird and abnormal about each other in an undeniable way

[littlemissferret]

so highschool!

summary; in which, you drag sae into trouble during your high school days. sprinkled with mischief during ephemeral times.

pairing; Sae Itoshi x m!reader

warnings/tags; suggestive at some parts, fluff, highschool au, cursing, sae & reader are already in a relationship (If that makes sense), not proofread, teenagers being teens, makeout session

a/n; both sae and reader are a lil dumb but that's okay. i honestly don't know how different japanese schools are to western school so please forgive me for any inaccurate events

"saee..!" a small whisper rung through his ear, not paying attention to the other as he focused his on whatever the teacher was saying.

once more, he called out to him. albeit louder than before but not loud enough to alert the people around them. it felt like the two were in their own little bubble. atleast in y/n's perspective.

it didn't take long before he nudged sae on his side. it was only then when he paid any acknowledgement at all with a sharp 'what.'

it sent shivers down his spine, but nonetheless he responded.

"notes. 'need them. i forgot to write 'em down."

"and you think i have some?"

a deadpanned expression made way to your face, a similar one mirroring sae's own face.

"..'had a query that, perchance, you'd be studious enough to take down notes with the time you spent ignoring me."

"do you even know what studious means?"

both stared at each other, as if they were trying to steal a glimpse of their soul before simultaneously turning away, however the loud voice of their teacher called out to them.

"Itoshi, l/n! no speaking to one another!"

as much of opposites the two were, they only had one thing consuming their thoughts. 'so uptight for no reason.'

and they both knew, one or the two of them were going to walk down the halls — not for the gates, but instead detention.

———

afterwards, they were called to stay a bit later at the end of the last chime of the day.

now standing infront of their teacher. mirroring sae's gaze on the ground cause you were slick like that.

"now do the both you mind to tell me about your conversation a while back?"

the teacher was met with silence, however he kept pushing.

"you will be met with detention, if neither of you don't talk"

again, nothing.

with a sigh, and the most miniscule of patience left; they were sent to detention. the moment the pair was out of earshot, sae slapped the back of your head.

"ouch! what the fuck, sae?!" you processed your words enough to not make it any more louder, since any more violations called of you will be only met with the back of your parents leather belt.

"why didn't you say anything, dumbass." sae on the other hand, did not care. if he was going down then he hands down believed you were going down with him.

"i thought you were gonna start talking!"

"as if."

"asshole."

(both didn't talk about their interlocked hands while walking down the hall, but it was stuffed in the comfort of sae's pocket so.)

———

left with his thoughts, he sat in the corner of their detention room alongside sae. he laid his head down as sae oh so gently played with your hair.

tranquility, what both of you felt with your time spent. even though anything but peace came out of your mouth, no words could even compare to what you both felt. that's why you two opted for the quote 'actions speak louder than words'

because in this case, it was all the more veracious.

the teacher watching you two didn't even care what you were doing. even going out of the room, unannounced and unprovoked.

and you two took advantage of that by stealing kisses and make up for whatever you spouted at each other.

in this particular time, the teacher seemed to be outside for a longer time. and you always met eye-to-eye with sae (not really). he knew exactly what you were thinking.

dropping his hand from your hair to your waist, he forced you to look up at him by pulling your chin to him.

"ya sure the teacher's gon' be out for long?"

"just shut up, would you? let me have this."

stealing your lips in a kiss, it felt better than no other. soft touches along the surface of your skin and his.

tugging his maroon hair, and teasing the back of his neck. small grunts came from both of you.

pulling away, to catch your breath. he looked pretty, prettier than before.

leaning in once more, he wanted to taste you now that he was intoxicated in the poison of you.

the door clicked, but you nor sae didn't seem to take notice. it was only untill a small cough erupted from the frame of the door.

oops. well, i guess the leather belt was always going to be the denouement, regardless what path you took.

[littlemissferret]

Kaiser as your bf hcs

summary; basically the title

pairing; Micheal Kaiser x m!reader

warnings/tags; reader is playing for bastard munchen, not proofread, suggestive in a way that I don't get

a/n; i wrote this when i was relishing the thought of eating the sea food in eating shows, plz don't bomb me if ever the grammar is shitty.

★ when you two perform 1v1s and he loses, he tries to brush it off as not even trying.

★ his ego is fragile as fuck and he expects you to take care of him. even if you were the one to wound his pride.

★ as much of bitch as he is, he actually (kind of) takes care of you when you had a shitty day.

★ he's lowkey insecure of his looks, because of the fact he looks way too much like his mom for his comfort.

★ he's genuinely such a loser that it's embarrassing (affectionate).

★ if ever he's wearing anything more than eyeliner, it's a really thin layer of foundation.

★ plus on the topic of makeup, he prefers jaw or neck kisses cause he doesn't want you to ruin his makeup.

★ he gets so offended when you insult or mildly say something bad about how he goes about his morning, cause he sees it as his motivation.

★ he uses kaiser as an excuse for you to treat him as an emperor.

★ he really expects some praise. just stroke his ego and he'll be happy.

★ for some reason he gets offended when you tug his rat tails during make out sessions.

★ for some reason he is really adept in guilt tripping.

(i might edit some in but my brain is rotting too much to come up with something)

[littlemissferret]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

hi anon !! thanjs for includig me in tthis uhh.. ask thingy 🫶

random facts abt me :

¹ - i'm a pharm student (ur potential future LEGAL drug dealer)

² - i erm,, i play a varuety of differenr music imstruments

³ - i yawn alot throughout the day (probabpy an underlying health issue but ill deal wit that in the futur)

i'm sorry anon, its either these underwhelming answers or my whole life story 💔 (once i yap its hard to stop)

😽 mwah

[littlemissferret]

omgg you responded so fast I love it <3

my 2 cents, loser boyfriend is a component of the soul, Isagi can both make attempts at character development but at his core, he can be a lovely pathetic loser boyfriend (affectionate)

(also saw in the tags dw pookie!! i love yappers, yapper nation unite!)

aww i was omw to bed when i saw that notif hehe

and yeah !! gonna keep him a loser bf but have him at least try to not let the cats walk all over him 😭 (they need to FIGHT) if isagi wants a bigger share of love and attention he gotta work for it 🙏

[littlemissferret]

hello! loving your chronicles of housecats series; I have a suggestion in case it sparks some interest:

would love to read about how reader first met kitty Mihya and Lexis; adopted or bought? how long did it take them to warm up to reader and become this affectionate, the progression of their relationship, what incident prompted reader to create the bad boy(tm) corner

hihi !! i'm happy that you're enjoying the series & thanks for the suggestions 🫶 !

and yes !! i have already planned the cats' meeting with reader (eg. i hinted a teeny tiny bit of lexis' in part 2 hehe) so glad to hear that you'd love to read it 😽

tbh i'm mostly just stuck in-between choosing to give isagi his (attempts on) character development 💀 or keeping him a loser bf for future scenarios

but i'll probably write the cats' backstories before that 🙏 so i'll worry about isagi later

once again thanks for the suggestions !! i honestly didn't think of an origin for the bad boy(tm) corner but i might come up with one just for you 😼

[littlemissferret]

HE HAS ARRIVED

hes so scrunkly omg..

he's now part of the gang

[littlemissferret]

CHRONICLES OF HOUSECATS [ part 1 , part 2 ]

sypnosis: you finally manage an uninterrupted date with isagi

no prns used (reader). established relationship with (loser bf) isagi. 2.2k wc. cw: nothing(?). made them a lot tamer for this (less chaos). kaiser & ness still cats ofc.

Do you remember the feeling of awkward cringe, when you watch third-rate actors on screen put on an act so atrociously bad? The kind of feeling that forces your skin to crawl- a chill sent down your spine while simultaneously warm blood rushes to your face from second hand embarrassment?

“MEOWWWW MRREOWWWWWWWWW”

Yeah, you’re feeling a whole hell of that right now. God, he’s so embarrassing…

You pinch the bridge of your nose, breathing in much needed fresh air to cool down the horrendous headache your darling housecats are causing you right now.

“Enough, Mihya. I told you to save your little theatrics for the talent shows.” You lift up the blue cat carrier to chastise him.

Michael bats his eyes, staring up at you with the eyes of a pitiful, heartbroken widow.

“You’re not fooling anyone with that,” You deadpan at his attempt to win you over. “C’mon, it’s just a spa. You love getting pampered, don’t you? Well, they’re gonna give you lotsss of love and attention there.”

He furthers his meowing and whining at you, pretending he didn’t hear allat. Determined to not drop his act anytime soon.

Isagi walks next to you, this sweet boy has been trying to hold your hands when you were busy arguing with your rebellious cat.

He finally manages to grab onto your hand, a smile blossoming onto his face as he internally celebrates his success.

“Um, will it really be okay for us to just leave them at the spa?” He eyes the magenta cat carrier in his other hand. “I mean, we can do this another time.. It’s not that much of a hassle, really.”

You intertwine your fingers with his, and start swinging your held hands. “It’s fine. Really!” You turn to him with a smile, “I bring them to the spa every two to three months anyway. Mihya usually loves it! He’s just being whiny for attention right now.”

Ignoring the blond cat’s yowls of protests, you continue, “Besides, I’m looking forward to this date with you-” You glance down at the blue carrier, “-without them interrupting this time.”

On your previous romantic dates with Isagi, the two cats had stalked and caught up with you both. Causing a scene every single time, thanks to Michael’s dramatics and Alexis’ surprising animosity towards your sweet boyfriend.

You swear Alexis is usually a good, well-mannered kitty. He never had any problems with strangers. Maybe he just doesn’t like Yoichi’s smell? You oughta talk to him about showing up right after practice in his stinky sweat drenched jersey.

You hum, stepping into the doors of ‘Magic Whiskers Pet Spa & Hotel’. The bell chimes, alerting the workers and other pets in the building of your arrival.

It doesn’t take long until the old manager walks up to greet you. “Hello there, dearie! Michael and Alexis back for their appointment?”

“Hi, gramps. And yeah, the usual, thank you.” Placing the cat carriers onto the counter, you open the locks for them.

Michael huffs, strutting out and stretching his legs, then immediately basks in the old man’s praises at his big boy stretch.

Little bastard giving you the silent treatment.

Alexis walks up to you the moment he’s let out of the cage. Purring as he rubs his head at your waist. Finally, he thinks. Normally he’s comfortable with his carrier but god when Isagi is the one handling him does it make the experience a hundred times less enjoyable.

Oh well, at least he’s in his second favourite place now. Being in the magic themed store slash spa makes him the happiest feline alive.

Great memories were created here in this magical place, after all.

“Good boy, ‘Lexis. You watch over Michael for me, yeah? He’s being a petty prick.” You whisper to the cat. “I’ll stock up on your favourite kibbles when I come back later.”

You scratch at the spot behind his little flicky ears, sinking in his purrs as you stare at Michael’s overgrown blond fur.

“Hmm. You know what, old man? I think you can try something new with them this time.”

The cats stare up at you curiously and the manager only gives you a warm smile.

“I thought you’d never ask. Leave them to me!”

—

“Ahh, some peace and quiet..” You sigh in bliss as you hook your arm with Isagi. You’re both now walking leisurely on the sidewalk. “Soo, what’s the plan, Yoichi?”

Isagi blushes when you turn to look at him, “Ah, right.” He fumbles with his jacket, “Well, I didn’t plan an itinerary or anything. But..”

He lists off the places you both can visit together, rambling off. Occasionally stuttering and tripping over his own feet.

You admire his side profile as he continues his meandering. He’s such a cutie, still so awkward and shy this far into the relationship.

You wonder if you’d get to more sides of him as you both continue to spend more time together.

“-so i think it’s really worth a visit too. You wanna go?”

His dorky smile paired with a soft blush on the apple of his cheeks. How could anyone say no to that?

You’d go anywhere this man brings you to.

“Sure. Anything for you, pretty boy.”

—

The faint smell of clay envelopes the both of you as you step foot into the pottery studio.

“Hello, we booked a session under the name Isagi Yoichi.” You glance around the cozy studio, admiring the array of works displayed. The muted colours of each piece of art blend well in the modernly designed room, adding a spark of personality to the mundane aesthetic.

“Yes, of course. Over here, please.” The receptionist brings you two to your designated workshop.

You place a thumb to your chin as you stare at the unpainted pottery in front of you. You never really had any plans to paint on some clay. Now that you think about it, you jumped at any idea Isagi had suggested- and pottery painting just happened to sound the most romantic to your dear Yoichi right now.

Oh, well. Now that you’re here with him, might as well show-off whatever amount of talent you have for painting.

Yoichi’s hand finds yours, before he quickly releases it to wipe off the sweat that has collected onto his palm.

“Sorry! I- It’s too hot in here, aha..”

Help this poor guy. So many dates into the relationship and he can hardly tell if you’re as excited as he is. Is your heart beating as quick as his right now? Do you feel the immense urge to hold him the same way he wants to hold you?

You choose to reach out for him, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Are you nervous about pottery painting? I’m sure you’ll do great, ‘Ichi.”

Ah, that’s not.. Yoichi sweatdrops. You have trouble reading him too, it seems. At least now he feels better about being unable to read you.

A talent to be reckoned with, really. How you both have been with each other for years and still stuck in the awkward guessing stage whenever you go out together.

But weakass communication skills aside...

Uh oh. What if you think of him as a loser, one that is jittery at the notion of.. painting?

No way! He’ll save this, he thinks. Right, he was good at arts and crafts back when he was in school. He can woo you with his crazy painting skills!

With newfound confidence, Isagi picks up an unpainted mug. A blank canvas- for him to turn into one of his creative works, and sweep you off your feet. He picks up a brush, brainstorming ideas of what he can paint onto the mug.

You browse the options, settling on matching mugs with Yoichi’s. Sitting by his side, you dip your brush into the paint of your choice, and start to draw strokes of what you have in mind onto the delicate surface of the mug.

“Has your season come to an end? You’ve been more free lately,” You ask, just to start a conversation. “As in, you’ve been coming over a lot more.”

Isagi’s mouth forms an ‘o’, “Right. Yeah, it's my off-season right now.” He pauses to think, “I’ll be free until next month, I guess.”

You hum at his answer, “You still practice a lot, even on your holidays.”

“Ah, well. That’s just..” He blushes, feeling a bit shy that you’ve noticed his passionate attitude towards football.

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” You laugh at his embarrassment, “You love football. That much I know of.”

Isagi feels his heart flutter at that. God, you remind him of how much he loves you every time without fail. Doing so much to him while you haven’t even started on pampering him with kisses and sweet words.

He swears you’re perfect- just for him. You fit perfectly, providing all kinds of comfort and support that he never knew he needed. All on your own accord.

You love, care and recognize his dreams. What more could a man ask for?

The world's best lover for the world's best striker. (an overkill but he's delulu like that)

He swallows hard, wanting to let all the bottled up giddy feelings burst out and embrace you. He wants to make sure you know how much he loves and appreciates you.

Maybe he’s not the best with words. The peak of his creativity with verbal finesse is really just spitting flame on the field- something that he secretly hopes you’ll never get to witness.

Most he can do now is to paint what he loves the most- you, and his football of course, onto the mug.

With each delicate stroke of his brush, he carefully fills in the colours with love. Painting a simplified version of your general features, he then adds the football next to you. Ending the piece by tracing a giant frame of heart around both you and the ball.

He checks his work, scanning for any small mistakes then carefully writes ‘World’s #1 Striker’ onto the free space next to his painting.

He smirks proudly at that.

You send him a side-eye then chuckle at his satisfied look, touching up on the details and colours of your own piece of art.

Seems like you both share very similar sentiments in your paintings. You opt to paint what you love the most- your cats, with your lovely boyfriend in between.

Instead of acting up on your ego like him, though, you settled on painting mini hearts to fill out the free space.

Give it a week, and your mugs will be delivered back to you. The previously plain ceramics painted over with a sheen of love, reflecting the experience you both created and the bond you’ve both strengthened over the date.

—

“Meow”

Alexis runs up to you the moment you enter the door. Eagerly pawing up at your legs.

You notice his faded magenta is re-dyed, and his usual pressed down fur is now more fluffed up. The natural caramel brown is now more contrasting with the bright magenta.

“Hi, ‘Lexis. Did you have a good time?” You pick him up and start to kiss him all over his now very soft and fluffy fur. “I missed you too, baby. You look so pretty. Do you feel pretty?”

The now fluffier (re-dyed) magenta cat basks in your attention, lapping his tongue at your chin while purring happily.

The old man walks up to you with Michael strutting along next to him.

“I’ve given this one a whole makeover,” He muses, “Alexis was the one who chose that colour for him.”

Michael glances up at you proudly with his pretty blue eyes- now matching with the new dye he wears on his blond fur: on the top of his ears and the ends of his tail. His fur is noticeably shorter, and a little choppy around his head, framing his usual fluffy face.

It makes him look so silly, to be honest. But he’s so satisfied with it, you decide to not comment on the choppy part.

You do, however, comment on his new dye job.

“What a beautiful shade of blue,” You coo at him, giving into his attempt at flaunting for compliments. “Look at you, my little emperor. So royal.” His fluffy tail stands up high, and wags in approval.

Returning your attention to the old manager, you teasingly ask, “Were they on their best behaviour, old man?”

He chuckles and nods at the two cats now staring at him, “Yup. They’re good alright. I’d say they deserve some new toys and some premium kibbles.”

You smile, satisfied hearing his response. “Well, I did promise to restock Alexis’ favourite kibble.” You pick Michael up along with Alexis, then place them on the seat of a trolley nearby.

Turning to your idle boyfriend (who has been nervously eyeing a certain magenta cat), you ask, “Could you help me get the premium kibbles, ‘Ichi? I’ll bring these two around for them to pick their new toys.”

Isagi smiles crookedly, “Sure, honey.” He tries to shrug off the way the blond cat is narrowing his eyes at him, but mostly at the ominous smile the magenta one is sending him. “Take your time.”

He’ll just have to find a way to counter the two jealous kitties soon.

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a barking cat video made me write allat

- im ngl i feel kinda shy writing lovey dovey romance, u can tell its really stiff - probably will resort back to chaos dumping or maybe will try to put myself out there

[littlemissferret]

bro can't catch a break even after death

how are you gonna let yourself get used like that, satoru?

[littlemissferret]

kaiser kissers WON ya'll hes savable 🙏

it doesn't matter if he scores the next/final goal or not, he rediscovered his true ego. he can try time after time, again and again until he becomes the best striker and i'll be here glazing him all the way no matter how long it takes bro.

my precious god's chosen rose infused vanilla flavoured ice cream with cookie crumbs and a hint of past trauma pookie wookie schnuckiputzi, i'm so proud of you my scrunkly pathetic wet cat bbg

if kaiser has no supporters then I'M DEAD

[littlemissferret]

its okay pookie won't kill anyone

fun fact they have same mbti and enneagram just different wings micheal kaiser : ENTP 3w4

ted bundy : ENTP 3w2

so remember kaiser fans his personality is almost same as serial killer

[littlemissferret]

Isagi as your bf hcs

Isagi x gn!reader

basically headcanons for my glorious blue-eyed king isagi yoichi !!

tags- fluff, cursing

★ coming from that blue lock additional time where he'd do things for barou, nagi, and chigiri , I'd say his love language is acts of service.

★ forehead kisses! it's probably one of the most he'd do on the daily.

★ based on his fetish for thighs, he'd lay his head on your lap after a long day of practice or in general.

★ he'd have a polaroid camera just to take pictures of you together !1!1!1!1

★ talking about polaroid cameras, he'd stick them up on his wall or inside his phone case.

★ he'd have you as his tutor. he wouldn't even listen when he's busy admiring your concentrated look ad you're writing down notes for him.

★ he'd be somewhat good at art considering that his favorite subject is arts & crafts (+ physical education)

★ if you have long enough hair, he'd learn how to braid just for you. if you have short hair, he'd run his fingers through his hair till his hand dropped.

★ he'd have basic white boy drip,,,sadly

★ he SUCKS at doing his own hair, so he'd have you style it for him.

★ soft nothings being whispered into your ear when he things you're asleep (you're not)

★ as much as rude he is on the field, only kindness towards you !

★ his hands are warm but his body is cold.

[littlemissferret]

Meet Cute

Micheal Kaiser x GN! Reader

No warnings, just pure fluff! Reader is in college and from America. Reader is an anxious mess and a football fan. Apologies if the german is shit, I did my best. This fic is kinda scuffed but I wanted it to be done lol

“S–Sind Sie Michael Kaiser?” You blurt out, before mentally face palming at the stupidity of your own question. He laughs again, a slightly smug look on his face at being recognized before responding. “Ja, ich bin Michael Kaiser.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you peruse the selection of the ice cream tucked away in the freezer section, but you can’t help but smile to yourself at the welcome sight.

Yes, it was that time again, that familiar time in every college student’s life, the time to eat away your feelings after struggling your way through midterms.

Fuck midterms.

And fuck proper societal conventions as well.

Because here you are, in your pajamas, doing a late night grocery run and regretting it with every strange look served your way.

Sometimes you forget that you aren’t in America anymore, and your people-of-Walmart activities will inevitably lead to your downfall, but at least that day isn’t today.

Well, it was a small mercy that no matter where you were in the world, whether in Germany or America, that at least ice cream was a true constant that remained in your life.

You analyze the see-through fridges with slight disappointment as you realize the selection you have to work with is slightly smaller than what you’re used to, although maybe upon further inspection you’d find it refreshing not being swung at visually by 15 brands in one shelf, all desperately vying for your attention.

Either way, you find yourself drawn to the same flavor you always pick, a true creature of habit, and you pull open the fridge door to grasp at the item of your choosing.

At least you are until you find your hand colliding with another, a silent gasp parting your lips before you pull your hand back in surprise.

“Sorry!” You blurt out before realizing your mistake. “...err, I mean– entschuldigung!”

(Your German is hardly passable to be frank, but you figure you should at least try speaking the language of the country hosting you for the semester.)

Anyway, the sound of your stilted dialect is enough to bring out a light chuckle from the person, the man judging by the timbre of the voice, next to you and you finally look over to see…

Holy shit.

Is that Micheal fucking Kaiser?

You stare shell shocked at the blond superstar soccer (football, you correct in your head) player next to you, as he begins to speak.

“Kein Problem.” He says smoothly, and you have to make a conscious effort to shut your slightly parted mouth as you continue to stare at him with widened eyes.

At this point, the best thing you could do for yourself would be to grab your ice cream, pay and leave before you embarrassed yourself, but unfortunately for you, your mouth didn’t catch the memo.

“S–Sind Sie Michael Kaiser?” You blurt out, before mentally face palming at the stupidity of your own question.

He laughs again, a slightly smug look on his face at being recognized before responding. “Ja, ich bin Michael Kaiser.”

You feel your cheeks start to burn in embarrassment as the realization dawns on you that you’re standing in front of a world class athlete in the middle of a grocery store in a wrinkly, old, oversized t-shirt and shorts.

“Sie möchte ein Autogramm?” He asks amusedly, giving you a subtle once over that you normally would have missed had you not been so self conscious.

“Ja, bitte.” You say, fishing for a pen and paper in your bag.

“...I don’t normally look like this, I swear.” You can’t help but add as you find your paper and pen, switching over to English out of a combination of embarrassment and lack of language knowledge.

“You don’t?” He asks lightly, humoring you and switching over to English before taking the pen and paper out of your hands. “I would have thought you looked like this everyday.”

“What, messy?” You ask in a light tone despite being slightly offended as he scribbles his name on the paper.

“No.” He says with a smirk as he finishes, handing you the paper. “Gorgeous.”

You blink at him for a moment before you feel your cheeks warm up again, averting your eyes to the side to avoid his gaze as you try to process the fact that a celebrity, more importantly, an attractive celebrity is flirting with you.

“Ah– um, well I– uh, thank you.” You eventually get out before willing yourself to look back at him, your stomach doing a flip as you see the same smirk on his lips that you’re used to seeing on TV.

“Kein Problem.” He repeats again, that same amused lilt in his voice. 

“I mean–” You start again and you feel yourself regretting the fact that you decided to speak again. “For both uhm, the autograph and the compliment.”

You pause for a bit, unbelievably flustered, before you blurt out. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’m so awkward, I’m just gonna leave now.”

He laughs at this, his eyes seeming to soften a bit before he speaks in a quieter tone, almost as if he’s afraid to scare you off. “No you’re fine… it’s cute.”

Your heart thumps in your chest rapidly, like you’ve just gotten done running a marathon, and you feel the heat rush to your face along with a fluttering feeling in your stomach. All these sensations combine to force a rather undignified sound from deep within yourself, sounding equivalent to a mouse caught in a glue trap.

You feel your face heat up further from the strangled sound that emitted from your very being and scrunch your eyes shut for just a moment away from Kaiser’s prying gaze.

When he laughs, you feel the embarrassment return tenfold, although the fluttering feeling in your heart might just be also because of the rich timbre of his chuckle.

“Hey, look at me.” He says after a few seconds, and despite your longing to keep your eyes closed you can’t help but obey his command.

So, slowly you open your eyes, taking in the sight of his handsome visage, his lips quirked up in a smile and it almost feels painful how your heart thuds.

“...what?” You question weakly.

“Just needed your eyes on me for a second while I do this.” He says before leaning over ever so slightly to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, his hand lingering at the apex of where your ear meets your cheek before finally pulling away.

“...” You can’t help the way you gape at him, momentarily speechless as he takes in your facial expression with his signature smirk.

“Sorry Liebling, your hair was bothering me.” He offers up as an explanation, but you can tell from the delighted gleam in his eye that he’s lying.

“Y–yeah, right.” You stutter out despite your best efforts to remain unphased and straighten up. “Anyways, it was nice meeting you, I think I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

“No, it was a pleasure.” He says smoothly, and you can’t help the twinge of jealousy that runs through you at his composed demeanor. “Take care, would you?”

“Of course, y-you too.” You manage to get out, and he smirks at you one last time before confidently striding away from you, leaving you slightly shell shocked in the ice cream aisle.

It would be a while before you fully collected your thoughts after you paid and exited the store, and that’s why perhaps you didn’t notice three things in particular.

One, that you forgot to pick up the goddamn ice cream that you were so looking forward to getting. 

Two, that your beloved celebrity had also forgotten to get his ice cream that he was reaching for because he was also that flustered despite his confident demeanor.

And three, the little number written next to your autograph with the small written letters next to it “Ruf mich an <3”.

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[littlemissferret]

imagine he comes back with stitches on his forehead

those eyes are unmistakable

[littlemissferret]

Loved seeing the loser bf isagi agenda lmao, any ideas for pt2 of chronicles of housecats?

yippeee loser bf isagi !!

and wow, straight for my throat huh 😭 i do have a cute idea for a pt2 but i'm not entirely sure yet if i should fully commit to it? i plan on giving isagi more interactions and dialogues with the reader (with the cats causing mayhem probably)

i'm up for suggestions (and maybe requests?) if you have any !!